Silhouette of Night
Don't think it is all moonshine
She sees ,but a darkness too
Glide manlike over flagstones
That shine like her firelit eyes.
Think not of silence either,
But the scrape of a drawn bolt.
"Is that you John?" she whispers.
Copyright © David Colquhoun | Year Posted 2014
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